Ten Cents A DanceThat's what they pay meGosh how they weigh me down.
It pays to advertiseThat's what they say,and so I'll advertise my heart.
Things might have been so differentRight form the very start,But you only wanted kisseslips without any heart.
Nothing else to dobut sit around and think about youjust think about youthat's all that I do.
He just play chordsLike nobody canThey call him SamThe old accordian man.